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Mother’s sinews open,
letting father in.
Teeth clenched and grinding,
pumped full of sin.
Impregnation.
Procreation.
The damnation.
From mutation.
Teeth like daggers and razor sharp claws, oversized beast with crushing jaws. (x3)
Kills his siblings,
one by one,
blood lust beginning,
ends begun.
The bile rising from inside,
won’t be happy till the weak have died.
BIRTH A FETAL BALLET.
Breaking of the sinful water,
leading the weak to the slaughter.

Track Name: Today's Glutton

YUM. YUM. YUM.
Eat, consume, use all you got,
waste, expel, disease and rot.
Keep stuffing your face with greed and hate,
pumping yourself too blind to create.
YUM. EAT.
Leave a path of nothing but soiled land.
Use up the resources, everything you can.
Yummy destruction I can taste, destroy the world, in post haste.
This swamp is my world, is my den.
YUM

This is satire,
a story soaked in blood.
This is fiction,
a metaphor covered in mud.
We are creators,
of a violent space.
We are writers,
of the flaws of the human race.
We try to be honest and good, a warning of the hell that could.
Create the fear to warn you all!

Track Name: God Complex

As weary eyes tear,
mothers dying gash gasps for air.
Her legs lay widely spread,
making acceptance that she is dead.
He will find you to make things right.
The fur strewn about after every fight.
To find
the truth
of my
existence.
To destroy
the fruits of all
resistance.
What’s the
cause of
such a
hubris.
Shepard’s
lies,
with a god-
like bliss.